I wasn't sure whether labeling would be of any help but I can't help but shrug now & label myself as a Nice Guy. I am a Nice Guy. I have my own set of insecurities, inhibitions, fears & strengths but on the whole, I don't intend to harm anybody out of vengeance, if not help the needy if the need is within my capability. No crooked thoughts about anything that seems fishy. I believe solely in being a better (informed & wise) person tomorrow than what I have been today.
Fortunately or unfortunately, they say Nice Guys Finish Last. I don't know who they are. I am yet again unsure to label 'them' - those who said the above adage. When somebody no longer seems to be a 'known person', he/she involuntarily gets categorized as Strangers & they demand all the respect from me like you & me usually treat strangers. Be courteous to them.
When such courteousness is often being mistaken for my defeat & resignation, I again don't feel the surge to momentarily dump my niceness & bring out the bad balls. Because not feeling such surge genuinely to prove your balls keeping aside the niceness actually is the primary quality of Nice Guys.
The reason I am afraid Nice Guys might no longer finish, keep aside finishing last is Nice Guys are taken for granted. You women fall for those who cheat on you, turn you philistine & make you crave for things that hardly matter. Nice ones remember what color of tulips you always wanted to hold on that magical evening on the beach side.
Yet the color of tulips will soon be forgotten. Favorite beaches will be abandoned. Dreams will be disregarded. Sun may be washed by the sea; old will be lost in the new sung Michael Rosenberg. Nice Guys remain behind as despised memories in the hearts of philistine women. They will be dismissed for reasons 1,2 & 3 but the women will always be loved by us for the same reasons.
Just like Ana Scott shouts "Newspapers are everything. They tell the world what I've done all my life & how far I've made it" to which our dear William Thacker responds with a perplexed face "Today's newspaper will be tomorrow's scrap."
Fortunately or unfortunately, they say Nice Guys Finish Last. I don't know who they are. I am yet again unsure to label 'them' - those who said the above adage. When somebody no longer seems to be a 'known person', he/she involuntarily gets categorized as Strangers & they demand all the respect from me like you & me usually treat strangers. Be courteous to them.
When such courteousness is often being mistaken for my defeat & resignation, I again don't feel the surge to momentarily dump my niceness & bring out the bad balls. Because not feeling such surge genuinely to prove your balls keeping aside the niceness actually is the primary quality of Nice Guys.
The reason I am afraid Nice Guys might no longer finish, keep aside finishing last is Nice Guys are taken for granted. You women fall for those who cheat on you, turn you philistine & make you crave for things that hardly matter. Nice ones remember what color of tulips you always wanted to hold on that magical evening on the beach side.
Yet the color of tulips will soon be forgotten. Favorite beaches will be abandoned. Dreams will be disregarded. Sun may be washed by the sea; old will be lost in the new sung Michael Rosenberg. Nice Guys remain behind as despised memories in the hearts of philistine women. They will be dismissed for reasons 1,2 & 3 but the women will always be loved by us for the same reasons.
Just like Ana Scott shouts "Newspapers are everything. They tell the world what I've done all my life & how far I've made it" to which our dear William Thacker responds with a perplexed face "Today's newspaper will be tomorrow's scrap."
